Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those don't know
We do it like this,we do it like
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the
I'm sick of motherfuckers 40 lingo
time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you wrote shit, got it from my people

whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass
In the like you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
heat, players it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different but I'm not Scottish
Got more in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every minutes in a different car

On the of flamboastin' purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent
We got, ten houses, can't even, spend
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit

bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be your mail

Let me tell you, broke can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' like me, they can't believe what they see

you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through this neighborhood nice to know ya
Fakin' you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, full of naps pimpin'
of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford Excursion
With heaters, at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail